Chapter 1085 — Three Tianzuns Rob the Treasure Hall by Night
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Hao Tianzun's eyes flickered, his heart anxious and urgent, and he worked through one seal-breaking art after another, until after a time he at last succeeded in undoing the seal. In the brief instant the seal parted, his form abruptly became a streak of light and shot into the hall.
The seal closed again immediately. No sooner had he entered than Yun Tianzun stepped up before the hall.
He pondered a moment, then his hands flew and his primordial qi took shape as every kind of seal-breaking art — and astonishingly, he performed, exactly as they had been done, all the hand seals Hao Tianzun had used a moment ago!
The breaking of the Zhaoyang Hall's seals and restrictions was exceedingly complex; even a heaven-blessed genius could not possibly learn so many means of unlocking them in so short a span. Yet he had learned them at a single glance, with not a hair's breadth of error! He was the first being in all the world to cultivate into the Imperial Throne Realm, and his Purple Empyrean Azure Sky Art had from the very beginning excelled at absorbing and imitating the peerless arts of others.
In later ages, Yun Jianli of the Yun family would carry that art through endless refinement, absorbing the essence of every generation's transformations, so that it never once fell behind the times.
Yun Tianzun finished his unsealing; the restrictions and seals of the Zhaoyang Hall opened, and he too flashed inside.
The seal closed of itself the moment his body crossed into the hall. Shen Mu came to the front of the hall, went over the two men's methods in his mind, and shook his head: "I did not remember it all.
But fortunately, the mirror I refined through the Way of Painting remembered it for me.
" He turned his palm over and brought out a mirror; light shone from the mirror, and the very methods the two men had used to break the seals and restrictions were cast out in full.
Wherever the mirror's light fell, the Zhaoyang Hall's seals and restrictions opened one by one, and Shen Mu too strode forward and charged in.
Within the Zhaoyang Hall, Shen Mu's foot abruptly trod on nothing — the hall had no floor at all; within it was a vast open space.
He hurriedly launched himself into flight, lest he fall without end.
Only then did he notice that all manner of treasures floated in the air inside the hall, radiating all kinds of treasure-light, dazzling in the extreme.
But apart from the treasures, there were also palace lanterns, one after another. The lanterns drifted in the open space of the hall, a full person in height, and their radiance overwhelmed the light of the treasures.
Strangely, each lantern shed threads of fine light about it, arranged with great regularity.
Shen Mu's heart tightened: "These lanterns are the restrictions guarding this treasury's treasures! " The treasures floating in the Zhaoyang Hall were all vast in shape, plastered over with talismans.
Nearby, Shen Mu saw an enormous round sphere, some six zhang tall, incomparably smooth, with no flaw to be found upon it.
"What is this sphere? " He wanted to draw near and examine it, but a bizarre heartbeat came from within the sphere, and Shen Mu started: "This is not a sphere — it is an egg, and within the egg is a living creature!
" Before he reached it, a man-tall palace lantern suddenly blazed, and ten thousand threads of light converged and shot straight at him.
Shen Mu's form flashed and shifted, evading one beam after another; his movement art ran through a thousand changes — the art taught him by the Lame Elder shone brilliantly in this place.
Shen Mu pressed close to the sphere, laid his palm against it, and at once felt the heartbeat within become a majestic note of the Way, as if someone inside were intoning the mysteries of the Great Way. "Can it be an ancient god?
" Shen Mu was puzzled.